Chilly spring days. The damp seeps greyly into your bones and the sky wants desperately to drizzle. The time has come for soup—for ginger’s comfortable warmth, the sweet-familiar smoothness of carrots, and the salty bite of miso. O heavens, how I love these cloudy days! Share/Bookmark
Thirteen Ways of Looking at Kale (With apologies to Wallace Stevens. And also to Stephanie, who once wrote a similar ode to spinach.) I Among twenty bustling market stands The only worthwhile thing Was a bunch of kale. II I am of two minds Like a fridge In which there are two bunches of kale. [...]
Spring has come late to Montreal this year. Less than two weeks ago, I could look out my window and see flurries of snow. Not long before that, a blizzard erased all the dirt and grime of spring snow-melt, painting the mountain a brilliant, blinding white. But now it is indisputably spring, and well worth [...]
I was very cleverly away from Montreal during the record snowfall just before New Year’s, but the consequences are in many ways still visible weeks afterwards. Snow has been carted away and sidewalks cleared, but there are still beautiful drifts on the mountain, gleaming distractingly outside my classroom window. The short-cut alley is still full [...]
This post was going to be a bit of a whiny one, complaining about how much trouble I’m having making gluten-free lunches, given the fact that (a) salad greens don’t survive a half-hour walk through sub-zero temperatures very easily, (b) I refuse to use a microwave, or even to allow a friend to microwave things [...]
Contrary to appearances, I have not been run over by a bus. Nor have I moved to an isolated farm in rural Tennessee. Nor have I given up entirely on the idea of eating. No, life has simply been very full lately. Full of rehearsals, and then performances, for a production of the Bacchae. Full of school [...]
I feel this too and yet I cannot play the coward in this war my heart does not allow it for always I have learned to fight but in my heart and in my mind I know a day will come when Ilion falls and Priam and his people it’s not their pain that pains me not [...]
When my sister and I were small, we would often sing a song: when we all do eat sweet potatoes sweet potatoes sweet potatoes when we all do eat sweet potatoes, eat ‘em right straight up! Given that neither of us would touch sweet potatoes with a bargepole, our passion for this song both amused [...]
This week was our first taste of fall. My new apartment has no internet, and I rarely have the foresight to check the next day’s weather at school before I leave for the evening, so I was rather surprised last Sunday to find myself shivering in a sundress and sweater, the the temperature hovering around [...]
I love the start of the new school year. I like summer as much as the next person—the slow pace, the time to read for pleasure, the lack of structure. But by the end of August, I’m starting to resent the very things that I love about summer. I long for routine, for bustle—yes, even [...]
